Chapter 1

"Come on," she pleaded. "Just stick it in there!"

"I'm trying," I responded, breathlessly. "It just doesn't want to go in."

Cameron was sprawled out on the bed with her platinum blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, showing off the dark roots. Anxiously, she waited for me to slide the large shaft home.

After being apart for nearly two months, this was a much-anticipated meeting. "Come on," she moaned again. "You're fucking killing me here!"

"That's it," I said, no longer hiding my frustration. "I give up." I dropped the large metal shaft I had been holding for the last 15 minutes. "I didn't come over here to help you put your furniture back together. Get your dad to do this shit when he gets home."

"Good," she said with a smile. "I'm starving. Let's order some Chinese food to go with that wine." Cameron hopped off the bed and led the way back downstairs.

It was the first weekend of summer break, and the two of us were celebrating a reunion or sorts. Cameron and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. We grew up together, and had been nearly inseparable since the beginning of high school. Over the last nine months, we had each been away for our first year of college. Although we talked on the phone several times a week, this was our first time hanging out together since Easter.

We ordered our Chinese food, and a half hour later we sat in the living room eating and watching television. Cameron had been depressed all week after finding out her parents wouldn't be around on her first weekend home from school. She had found out on the previous Saturday that her father's company was sending him to New York from some meetings. Since her mom and sister had never been, he took them along. Knowing that Cameron had always been uncomfortable home alone, I had volunteered to keep her company. I had known her parents most of my life, and they were comfortable with the idea, so I had dropped in on Saturday afternoon with a couple of rented movies and some cheap strawberry Mad Dog, Cameron's drink of choice in our youth.

The two of us sat eating and drinking, barely watching the movie as we shared college stories and the latest gossip about kids from high school. Although we each had a solid year of partying under our belt, it still didn't take long for us to get drunk off the cheap malt liquor.

We had been joking around and talking for a while, when she asked "So, you still haven't met any interesting girls at school?"

"You know me," I responded, "I've had some fun, but there's no one to replace you."

"Finding all the pretty girls and breaking their hearts, as usual?" she asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," she smiled..."It's just you know how you are... you either hang around the sluts, or you find some cute little innocent thing, coax her into bed, and then break her heart with some other girl."

"Oh," I responded. She had described my M.O. perfectly, and suddenly I wanted to change the subject. "How about you?" I asked. "Have you been out giving some college guys the thrill of their life?"

"I've dated a few guys," she answered, "nothing serious, but I think you knew that."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Oh, you know why..."she said.

"Why?"

"Babe," she began in a serious tone, "We've been friends forever, and we talk about almost everything... but there are still some things we never talk about."

"Like what?"

"Like the rumors that always went around high school" she said. "I've heard the ones about me, and some about you, and I know you must have."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I responded, but inside I knew what she was going to say.

"Don't bullshit me," Cameron said. She began to imitate a snooty female voice "I heard that Cameron Valance is a dyke." And, in a deep male voice "Cameron doesn't put out for anyone... I bet she's a carpet muncher." Again. using the snooty voice. she said, "I heard she got caught eating out some other lesbo at a party."

"Oh, that rumor," I said. "Yeah, I've heard all of them, but I never said anything about it because I knew it was bullshit. I mean, I know you fooled around with Jennie Milano at that party. I know you did lot's of stuff with girls, because you told me. But I've never thought you were a lesbian. You went out with guys in high school all the time, and talk about cute actors and stuff." It was the first time I could remember lying to Cameron about something serious. Oftentimes I had wondered if she might be gay, but had never brought it up, feeling it might ruin our friendship. After all, if she was gay, it didn't really matter.

"But you also knew I never fucked any of those guys in high school" she responded. "And I think you knew when you asked earlier me that I didn't fuck any guys at college either."

"So what?" I answered, "Lots of people don't have sex until later in life. That doesn't make you gay."

"You're still afraid to ask," she said. "But I'm not going to be a bitch and make you say it. I'm not a lesbian. At least I don't think I am. I see guys I think are hot, but when I've started fooling around with a guy... you know, making out, him touching me, trying to feel my breast... I just don't get turned on by it. But I still think there is a guy out there for me, but for now, I'm happy fooling around with girls... it's just easier, and I enjoy it."

"Well, I've got nothing else to do tonight." I said joking. We both laughed. Suddenly a thought popped into my head. "What rumors were you talking about regarding me?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing," she said..."Just about your thing."

"What thing?"

"You know, about your thing," she giggled.

"No, I don't know, what thing?"

"Come on... don't make me say it" she pleaded.

"Cammie, I honestly don't know what you are talking about."

She looked at me with frustrated eyes as she sighed. Then she blurted it out. "About your cock... you have some great, big, giant cock."

I stared at her in shock. I had honestly never heard many rumors about it. "There are rumors about it?" I asked, stunned.

"You really don't know? I've heard as long as 14 inches, and as big around as my wrist. All the girls talked about it... several of them asked me if I had seen it, since they knew we were friends... the girls that didn't take me for a dyke that is."

"I can't believe girls talk about it."

"I can't believe you didn't know," she said. "I mean, honestly, you're cute, and you're funny and great when someone gets to know you, but at first, you are awkward around girls, and how many did you sleep with in high school?"

"I don't know," I answered, "a few."

"A few," she giggled. "Just counting the ones you told me about, it was over 10 during our last 2 years. That's more than a few. And, baby, I'm your best friend, but you're horrible at flirting. Didn't you ever wonder how you got to so many?"

Honestly, I had never really thought about, and I told her so. I knew I was decent at flirting with shy girls, but with the popular girls I was always been nervous, yet I had managed to bed quite a few of them. I had always thought that they found the nervousness endearing. Cameron told me that she had even heard of girls targeting me out, to see if the rumors were true.

I blushed a little. "Well, it's really not that big you know. It's between 9 and 10 inches, and about this big around," I said, holding my fingers up to show the girth.

"God," she responded, "I've never seen one up close, but, honey, I've read, and that's a lot bigger than the average, isn't it?" I nodded. "Something like that would rip me apart!"

"You'd be surprised," I answered.

Cameron giggled. "How do you even fit something that big in your pants? How do you wear shorts?"

"It's really not that big of a deal," I said. "Do you want to just see it?"

"No. No, I don't." she laughed, and then paused. "Well, yes, kind of. I've never seen one, and I'm curious, but no, I shouldn't. No.I don't want to, unless you want to show it to me... but I shouldn't... and I don't want to take advantage of you... I'd have to pay you back some how. Maybe show you my boobs?"

"You don't have to pay me back. It's no big deal." I stood up in front of Cameron and unzipped my jeans, and unbuttoned them. I pulled them down a bit, as well as my boxers, and gently pulled out my penis. The whole time she kept telling me I didn't have to do it, she was just being silly because of the wine, but when I got it out, she stopped talking. My penis hung in front of her in it's flaccid state, almost seven inches long, and above average girth.

"Holy shit," was the only thing she could say at first. "And that gets bigger when your horny, right? It's kind of silly looking, but sexy in a way."

It was about this time that I realized that if it hadn't been for the alcohol, I never would have just whipped out my piece. Even with my buzz, I was starting to feel a little weird, like a piece of meat. Here I was, with my pants down standing in front of a woman, with my genitalia exposed, being looked over in a very clinical fashion, like a dog being judged at Westminster Abbey.

Cameron was still talking, but I wasn't paying much attention, I was starting to become to embarrassed. "It's so weird," she was saying, "So ugly, yet in some way beautiful. I'll bet it's heavy, you must get a workout carrying this thing around." Without thinking she reached out and wrapped a hand around my penis, and hefted it a couple of times like a dumbbell. "Yeah, heavy."

I barely heard her last comment. From the minute her hand touched me, a jolt shot through my body, starting deep inside my testicles. I knew right then that we had both drank too much, and that things were going to far, but I couldn't stop the physical reaction -- My penis was beginning to get stiff in her hand.

For some reason, I had never... NEVER... thought about Cameron in a sexual manner. Once I had a wet dream about her, and instead lusting after her the next day, I was just nervous. I had never considered hitting on her, or having sex with her. I guess our friendship had prevented the basic lust feelings I had for most women from surfacing. I later found out she had never thought about me in a romantic or sexual way either.

Cameron still held my penis in her hand, seemingly unaware of what was happening. She was asking questions, but I didn't answer. For the first time in my life I was seeing the woman in front of me in a very different light. She was no longer Cammie, my best friend and confidante, who may or may not be a lesbian. She was Cameron, an extremely attractive blonde 19 year old, who had my cock in her hand, and was making it very happy.

As Cameron began to realize what was going on, she looked up at me with surprise, still holding my penis in her hand. I looked at her face, and realized she was beautiful, and wondered how I had never seen it before. Her hair was long and straight, pulled back in a ponytail. It had a very fine texture, and was dyed light blonde, almost white, although I could still see her dark roots. Her face was perfectly round, and very pretty, with fair skin, a cute little upturned nose, and pretty pink lips. Her eyes were vibrant green, and her lashes long and dark, even though she was wearing no make-up. Looking down, I realized her body was very slim and fit, no doubt from playing soccer in high school, and her breasts were very ample on her tight frame. Her skin was like alabaster--pale, smooth, but not pasty. She was wearing a white, short-sleeved, knit top that zipped up the front, and left her flat stomach exposed. Her black athletic shorts seemed to cling to her muscular thighs and ass. Almost instantaneously I became rock hard.

"What's going on?" she asked, and giggled nervously.

"I'm so sorry, Cammie... I just... I can't help it." All I could think about now was having sex with my best friend. What would she be like? What did she look like naked?